Nico looked over at his boyfriend and smiled. Will was staring at the sky, taking in the stars.
"The stars are beautiful tonight." Nico said. "And you know what else is beautiful?"
Will blushed, "What?"
"The knowledge that one day we will all finally embrace death. I can't wait."
Will stopped blushing. The smile fell from his face. "You know what?" Will said, standing up, "Maybe if you work a little harder, you'll reach death sooner. What fun that will be for you."
"Wait, Will–"
"Goodbye, Nico. I'm going back to my cabin."
Nico watched Will walk away. He didn't try to follow him. Why did he have to be so awkward? Why couldn't he have just acted like a normal person? Said a normal thing?
Nico stood outside for a moment. Tears began to fall from his face. He turned around and walked inside, locking the door and plopping himself on his bed.
Nico barely slept that night. He kept replaying what had happened. Nico didn't go to breakfast. He wasn't hungry. Usually he would go just to see Will, but today... today that wasn't an option. Nico wondered if it would ever be an option again.
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Solangelo Oneshots
FanfictionA good life is like a good collection of oneshots. There's fluff, angst, smut, and over explained gay puns. This has all of my old, unedited Solangelo fanfic. It's not always good, but it's always gay (like me.)
